Thank you for eating the 2 dozen chocolate chip cookies I baked as an apology for giving my 6th period kiddos the wrong test last week. Now I have to go to school tomorrow and admit to the kids, "My dog ate my cookies", which will sound about as believable as their excuses of, "My dog ate my homework."
Oh Lucyfur...
(/slash "Oh Karen, when will you learn?!?! The counter is not a Lucy-free zone!")
Oh Lucyfur...
(/slash "Oh Karen, when will you learn?!?! The counter is not a Lucy-free zone!")